by Vanessa Skantze

for Donald Miller guitarist extraordinaire

You brought the sea.

You brought the sea.

Where there was an arid space I sought to infect and encompass;

with words and sound and tensile fighting form–

I and I alone, making a world in a realm of affliction.

Of countless bars not reached.

I had no trust that space was waiting for me and that something could hold me, join me,

allow me a place to,